The Pinnacle

At 22 I've reached the American Dream. I own a house in white suburbia. We have 2 cars which are paid for. I married my high school sweetheart. She has a fabulous job making more than most of our peers parents make. She is educated. I am an educated man. I am pursuing more education, which only leads to more wealth. When in log into our banking info, I'm shocked at how much money we have/have the capacity to save. I have a fenced backyard (all it needs to be complete is a dog). Flat screen televisions, electronics, furniture, closets full of clothes. My parents (and most likely yours as well) told me those things are what comprise the good life. Love your wife, pay your bills, and raise up your children, get a raise, come home and watch t.v. I've done all of this (with the exception of kids). At 22, I've reached the pinnacle of the American Dream. The dream that the culture has bought into, as well as God's church. I was told that all of these things would make me content. But, they do not. I reached the dream and it wasn't what I thought it would be. My life is filled with all this stuff. But I feel empty. There has got to be more. I've been plauged by this new discovery. That my happiness is not contengent on my social status or my net income. And this is not a new concept to me. I've known this for what seems like eternity. You can't truly understand this until you yourself are placed in this situation.

More to come.

Sola Fide,
Daniel

BTW, Curtis suggested I add this picture to the blog. I think it is fitting.